Sunday Poem

Regarding Wave

The voice of Dharma
….. the voice
……. now

A shimmering bell
……. through all.

Every hill, still.
Every tree alive. Every leaf.
All the slopes flow.
…… old woods, new seedlings,
…… tall grass plumes.

Dark hollws; Peaks of light.
. wind stirs.. the cool side
Each leaf living.
….. All the hills.

………The Voice
……… is a wife
……….. to
……….

…… .. Him still.

by Gary Snyder